Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 482

It was unclear if Sophia had heard Jason’s questions, she only kept murmuring. The child is dead. The child died at birth.”

Every word was soaked in blood and tears. This was the deepest sorrow and pain in Sophia’s heart, something she could only express in her dreams. Jason, with red eyes, buried his face in her neck, trembling along with her.

After a moment, the quiet room was filled with the sound of Jason’s suppressed sobs, accompanied by repeated confessions. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I caused all of this. I’m the executioner. I didn’t know that the medication would cause fatal harm to the ferus. I didn’t know you were pregnant. I didn’t know anything. Sophia, when you wake up, kill me to avenge our child. I am deeply sinful and deserve to go to hell, never to be freed.”

Under Jason’s pained murmurs, Sophia gradually escaped the grip of her nightmare and fell back into a deeper sleep. The flush on her cheeks had faded, but tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, and her delicate brows were knitted together, her face full of a sickly fragility, utterly broken.

then, Sophia’s heart was completely broken, and she seemed like a person pieced together, utterly shattered. “What kind of hurt, pain, and despair have you gone through to show such an expression even in your dreams? Jason wondered, lowering his head, he kissed away

grabbed Sophia’s ring finger on her right hand, embedding the laser tracker into her skin while thinking, ‘If you

of embedding the tracker was painless, wouldn’t leave any marks, and wouldn’t harm the body in

the successful implantation. Jason lifted Sophia’s finger to his lips, kissed it lightly twice, then released her and got out

Jason thought. The colorful neon lights of the bustling city reflected in his dark eyes, adding a touch of mystery. From this angle, he could see the Wilson Group Tower, the landmark of Cester

accomplishment. Every time, he would laugh at himself, pondering. For a man, my wife and children are the most

solitude. ‘If I could, I would give up all my wealth just for a chance to start over. Having my beloved wife and children around would be such

slowly took out his phone and dialed Derick’s number. The call connected quickly. “What’s up? Calling me